Never Kiss A Man In A Christmas Sweater Novels & Stories

The lights were off inside the house, indicating that Kendrick had not come back yet. I opened the door, entered the room, and was about to turn on the light when suddenly I was pushed against the wall by a man. Annabelle let out a startled scream, and then the man's hot, angry kiss descended. She smelled a faint cedar scent on the man and knew it was Kendrick. But how could he suddenly be like this? Is this man crazy? This stormy kiss, unlike before, carried a strong aggression, leaving her momentarily breathless, instinctively opening her mouth...

My face is against his naked chest, so when I smile, our skin sticks together. "My label is having a Christmas party on New Year's Eve, do you think you'll be able to come?" He asks, slipping his hand into mine and lacing our fingers together. "My sister will be there too and Charlotte. It's a private event, no media allowed." "Yeah, ok." I nod, I'm so comfortable I can feel myself drifting off to sleep, he says something else, but I'm not sure what it is, already too sleepy to concentrate on anything else.

Like I'm the only thing that can save him. I kiss him back just as hard. My hands come up to grip his shoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of his sweater. I want it off. I want everything off. I want to feel his skin against mine, his weight on top of me, his scent soaked into every pore of my body. "I hate your sweater," I gasp against his mouth. He pulls back, breathing hard. "What?" "I hate your sweater. Take it off." Something flickers in his eyes. Surprise. Hunger. Delight. "Bossy."

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

He answered. "I'm going to take a shower." She said, taking her coffee with her. "Well don't take too long, we have presents to unwrap and I have a surprise for you tonight." He said, not taking his eyes off the paper. She took a shower and dried off and came out to see he had laid out a hideous looking Christmas sweater on the bed for her. It had the words "His Elf" embroidered on it. "Are you serious?" She asked, walking into the kitchen, wearing the fucking thing. She then saw he too, was wearing a hideous sweater. His was equally horrifying and had the words "I like to touch My Elf." Embroidered on it.

My skin stung viciously, but I could also feel a numb yet tingling sensation somewhere deep within me. The man shifted closer to me. His voice was colored with mirth when he murmured, "You're so into this. You must be Blake's girlfriend." My mind went blank. I nodded bashfully before I stammered, "Yes… L-let go of me." The man let out a low chuckle. I couldn't make out his appearance in the dark, but I could feel his heated breath fanning across my face, carrying an undeniably masculine scent. It made my own breathing go haywire.

Kalix's arms wrap around her, pulling her closer as they share this intimate moment beneath the snowfall. When they finally pull away, their breath mingling in the cold air, Audrey's eyes are filled with a mixture of awe and adoration. "I never knew a kiss could feel so magical, Kalix," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. Kalix smiles, his eyes shining with affection. "There's something special about sharing a kiss under the snowfall, Audrey. It's a moment that will always be etched in my heart."

“I found it in the wardrobe. Rather than being kept in a box, wouldn't it be better for me to use it?” “How dare you touch my stuff? Quickly take it off!” Amber immediately frowned. While removing the man's hand from her arm, she said, “Okay! There's no need to shout like that." “Take it off!” Before the woman had time to go back into the room, Mr. Cold had already pulled the sweater up. Not wanting her body to be seen, Amber resisted. "Wait a minute! I can do it myself!” “Get it off your dirty body!” "Wait!"

The green shawl wrapped around her neckline to protect her from the cold, completely matching the Christmas dress code. "You scream of perfection, Prize," I complimented, extending my hand out to her, which she took, and I pulled her closer to me abruptly, which made our chests graze against each other briefly before she steadied in her position. "Merry Christmas," we said in unison, and my chest rioted in happiness. This little girl is bringing out a feeling I didn't know I could have.

“Don’t you dare come near me! We’ve been together for five years, and this is what I get on Christmas Eve?” “Rory,” Clara stammered. “This isn’t—” “This isn’t what it looks like?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Then tell me, Clara, how many best friends kiss their friend’s boyfriend half-naked on Christmas Eve?” I pointed to both of them. Sawyer ran a hand through his hair and heaved a deep sigh. “It just happened, Aurora. We didn’t mean for you to find out like—” SLAP. My hand connected with his cheek so hard the crack echoed through the hallway. His head snapped to the side, his eyes wide, and immediately his cheek turned red.